It seems I have this thing going on with death. I can’t seem to visit a city without going to a either a place where loads of people have died, where there’s a monument to loads of people that have died or to where those dead people are currently resting.
I remember feeling the need to walk the line that represented where the Berlin wall ran – from Potsdamer Platz to Checkpoint Charlie and a need to see the Brandenburg Gate in Berlin. I went to the Tower of London and stood on the spot where they had the gallows for decades. I remember having to visit the grave of the last American pilot to die in WWII one year to celebrate the remembrance of its end when I lived in Česke Budějovice. Oddly I keep forgetting to go to the cemetery in Paris to see Jim Morrison (of The Doors) and Oscar Wilde. In Prague I’ve been to the huge cemetery that wraps around Palac Flora on several occasions and lost hours upon hours there.
Ljubljana is no different. When speaking with the pretty, young woman at the hostel today she tipped me off to a big cemetery just outside the center of town…so of course I had to go. Great photos by the way (see below). I have this thing that when I go to the cemetery I want to find the oldest person I can, dead of course. So I cruised through much of Žale today looking for the oldest dead person I could find…
I also stumbled across some other cool markers and monuments. So here’s my Ljubljana Death Tourism gallery
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Some of the things that I found were depressing, sad, and borderline crazy. But that’s life and death in a nutshell now isn’t it?
Tommy
Babu